Come where moons trawl through the sky, one for each of the prince sons of the great khan. Where mist dragons haunt the hills. Where warriors shoot arrows from horseback. A land of hardship and myth and monster birds, with disgruntled humanoid tigresses, djinn, and legends that walk in disguise among the living.
Elizabeth Bear has written a fantasy in an original setting. I am all for exploring new cultures, of increasing the representation and scope of the genre. The protagonists in this story shake their heads at crazy “western” mannerisms, such as burying the dead. Seeing the world through another's perspective is yoga for the mind. I would be referred to as a “mushroom person,” which only increases my esteem for puffball mushrooms.
A few of my favorite lines. The djinn had “taken the form of a slight man with indigo hair and lapis lazuli skin that caught flashes of gold in the sun.” “An arrow sizzled past her from behind, invisible in the gloaming.”